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Teaching A Bird To Sing by Tracey Rhys

As recommended in The TLS, In the Unpoliced Playground|On the Michael Marks Awards by Leaf Arbuthnot

Read the full article here: https://www.the-tls.co.uk/articles/private/michael-marks-awards/

Teaching A Bird To Sing – Reviewed by Deirdre Hines  for Sabotage Reviews

The questions implied by Teaching A Bird To Sing are metaphoric. In all good metaphors we are called to participate in an imagining that involves acts of recognition that draw on memory to authenticate that memory. In this case, we draw on all our emotional, physical and intellectual memories of the mother-son relationship. Something is different here, though, hinted at in the first line of the opening poem ‘On The Moon, Which is Spiralling away from Us at 3.8 cms a Year’:

One day the unthinkable will happen. The moon will leave us.

Read the full review here:http://sabotagereviews.com/2017/05/30/teaching-a-bird-to-sing-by-tracey-rhys/

 

Two Exquisite Pamphlets

Created to Read by Rachel Carney

 

Poetry Pamphlets - Brood and Teaching a Bird to Sing

These two poetry pamphlets (Teaching a Bird to Sing by Tracey Rhys, and Brood by Rhian Edwards) each have their own unique style. What links them, in my mind, is the exceptional quality of the cover artwork, along with a kind of poetry which is unflinchingly honest and elegant in its portrayal of motherhood, emotion and the complexity of family relationships. The volumes both present us with the imagery of nesting birds – a perfect metaphor for motherhood.

Read the full review here:

http://createdtoread.com/poetry-review-two-exquisite-pamphlets/

 

 

 

 

 

 

Praise for Teaching a Bird to Sing:

By turns tender and outraged, these poems are written from the perspectives of both mother and her autistic child. Tracey Rhys is developing into a superb poet and her first collection contains several powerful pieces that celebrate one child’s life and his vivid imagination. Moving, funny, true and imbued with a gorgeous lyricism, Tracey Rhys’s poems are the real thing. Highly recommended.

Robert Minhinnick

Tracey Rhys displays a lyrically inventive and unique voice in these touching yet unsentimental poems about her autistic son, from his birth to his diagnosis. A wonderful debut from a distinctive Welsh poet.

Rhian Edwards

Praise for the poetry in Touch Blue Touch Yellow:

Tim Rhys doesn’t shy away from the raw emotion of the subject, while Tracey Rhys’s haunting poetry …offers a lyrical counterpart to the frustration and challenges of Carl’s everyday life.

– B. E. Jones

The sad nostalgia and beauty of Tracey Rhys’ poem carefully reflects that same melancholic beauty that lies at the heart of Tim Rhys’ moving and hopeful play.

– Michael Kelligan

The elegant and emotionally resonant poetry of Tracey Rhys.

– Othniel Smith

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